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 ROBIN HISLOP OUZMAN The Profile Robin Ouzman Hislop. Yahoo Groups. Poet, translator, travelling & family man. A great deal of my life has been spent out of England, where I was born and spent my childhood in Lyme Regis. I lived in Scotland, which was my mother's side, and take the name Hislop, as writer's name from her family. I read Philosophy & Religion. Manchester University. Resident at Pakistan, Lahore. Studies at Punjab University, New Campus, Lahore: Sufism (Tasawuf), Jalal-U-Din Rumi and Ibn Arabi, Islamic philosophy. Resident in Spain until December 1998 (Madrid and Salamanca): Organization of bilingual poetry readings at Casa do Brasil, Madrid Complutense University, Escuela Oficial de Idiomas, (Madrid Official School of Languages), Cafés Manuela and Magerit, O’Connors Pub, Madrid, El Ateneo and El Corrillo in Salamanca. Translation of poetry include : 1927 Generation Poets. Selection of F.G. Lorca, Luis Cernuda, Rafael Alberti, M. Altolaguirre, Miguel Hernandez and Vicente Aleixandre’s poems, published at Contemporary Literature in Translation, Granite, Mundus, Artium, Prism International. At present situated in UK, Diploma in Latin American Studies, Sheffield University, bursary awards enabled me to work translating Diosas Blancas a Contemporary Anthology of Female Poets, Edited Ramon Buenaventura 1983, at Casa del Traductor, Tarazona, Spain & work in collaboration from English to Spanish, James Stephens Fairy Stories, at The Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Anamaghkerrig, Co Mahon, Eire. Last year I appeared in Dawn Millennium, Kedoc Studios Las Vegas, Nevada, see http://www.artvilla.com/kedco-ap/freepage.htm & am due to appear in their next forthcoming publication Chrystal Dawn. I am interested in Revivalist movements in modern poetry, some of my recent work, links & other publications can be found at http://www.authorsden.com/robinouzmanhislop
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REGIS AUFFRAY Regis says, of his poetry:
"I have been writing poetry on and off since the age of nine. I have always loved words and the power of a well written piece of literature. Poems come to me without warning or seeking. I am often surprised by the sudden inspiration and urge to write down in words the images and emotions which unexpectedly come to me."
Marilyn's jacket in the closet looks lonely only two other items there hanging like draining meat or drying fish she must have loved animals all that soft leather and fur i imagine her foxy female face cuddled among the silver hairs her ruby lips her too white teeth i can't believe she could wear this i wouldn't i couldn't i shouldn't but... ...the waves of my conscience now no longer reach the shore of my yesterday's rights and wrongs and life goes on SWIRL © Regis Auffray
Under the influence of snowflakes, my pick of palaces – amidst fingerprints of the blinding snowstorm, uniqueness reigns in cascading similarity There is no place for ennui, and boredom is unknown. In the brisk exhilaration of winter winds, snowflake palaces swirl out an open door – the portal to another world – and possibilities New World Order © Regis Auffray
I seek the soothing solace of the sea But face the sting of desert storms I hope for dreams But nightmares Raise their dragon heads And belch anger And spew terror I search for certainty But feel my beliefs crumble Like sandcastles on the beach As the untiring tide returns I quest for peace But a jet fighter Tears the fabric of the sky And leaves a gaping endless chasm Towards another dimension I am starved for Order But I am fed Chaos MOON SMILE © Regis Auffray
The moon is bright this night. It seems to smile sardonically At me And tufts of brittle grass in frozen fields of snow. And in the woods nearby, Its cold shine greets the bony branches Of skeletal winter trees. Its spectral moonbeams cast shadows Under these sleeping sentinels. So still and silent is the night That footsteps crushing snow Seem almost sacrilegious - A sin to spoil the stillness and the snow. I turn my footsteps homeward And as I do it seems I feel the cold moon sneer And hear a quiet sigh From hushed and speechless sentries BEAUTY © Regis Auffray
He said he saw too much beauty on the uncertain edge of a snowstorm before the first flakes started to float in the electrified air he watched the swirling leaves and litter turning whirling against a red brick wall of a back alley he felt a force benevolent but strong just before the snow he thought his heart would fail from too much beauty on the rim of the storm he exhaled and saw his breath vanish as the first flakes started to fall
 RICHARD VALLANCE About Richard Vallance Born in Guelph, Ontario, Canada, March 11th., 1945, Richard is a member of AuthorsDen, under his family name, Richard Vallance Janke. A graduate of Wilfred Laurier University (1968) and The University of Western Ontario (MLS), he is fluently bilingual in English and French, and reads Spanish and Italian, ancient Greek and Latin well. He wrote his first poems at the ages of 17 and 18, in 1962-63. For years, Richard wrote mainly in the field of Library and Information Science. At Chicago, in October, 1983, he won the $1,000 Data Courier Award for Excellence in Online Published Papers for an article in Online, Vol. 7, no. 5. Poetry: While he wrote some 200 poems before the age of 47, since then Richard has composed over 1,500 poems. His first published poem was, “Lasts the First Light”, in Arts and Literature Review (Canada, 1972). In 1998, he published his first full book of poetry, A Quilt of Sonnets: Forty Four Familiar Poems, Ottawa: Providence Road Press, © 1998. 56 pp. ISBN 1-896243-07-x. In February, 2001, Richard founded his first poetry discussion group, Describe Adonis, for sonneteers. We have since grown to 10 poetry, art and digital photography groups, which you may find at our discussion forum: la nouvelle Pléiade = The New Pleiades ©. Richard's poetry page is Poesie’s laissez-faire Faire Foire, a clearing-house for poets from nations like Canada, the United States, the United Kingdom, Ireland, France and the Netherlands. PLFFF features sonnets and contemporary poems, updated quarterly, a links page to sites of other poets, and grants the monthly Prix laissez-faire Faire Foire Award . PLFFF is a member of Phenomenal Men of The Web: Arts & Humanities . Richard is the Editor of 2 Canadian poetry E-Zines. These are advertised monthly at the end of The Vallance Review in Poetry Life and Times. In the Winter of 2003, a third E-Zine, Kawasaki Zen Haiku, will be a showcase for haikuists. Since September, 2001, Richard has been the poetry reviewer for Poetry Life and Times, which features the monthly Vallance Review. He is also regular contributor to the same E-Zine. Richard is also often featured with the U.S. Amerindian E-Zine, Autumn Leaves. CD-ROM Books:1. The New Millennium Dawn Anthology (Kedco Press): 10 of Richard's poems were included in Millennium Dawn: an Anthology of Award Winning Fantasy Stories, Poetry, Novels etc., Kedco Studios Press, Las Vegas, NV, © 2002 ISBN 1-878431-38-2. 2. Richard’s latest CD-ROM book, Canadian Spirit Voices, © 2003, ISBN: 1-878431-44-7, is in its final pre-publication stages, and will be published by Kedco in the Spring of 2003. You may view a summary of the book here: Pre-publication Notice. To contact the author, please e-mail: Richard Vallance (Yahoo) (for inquiries on our poetry discussion groups) – OR – Richard Vallance (Activator Mail) for poetry-related inquiries or submissions to our Canadian E-Zines). |
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Jan Sand in New York
JAN SAND, poet and illustrator from New York, is a regular contributor to Poetry Life & Times and the newsgroup alt.arts.poetry.comments. A great deal of his work is about animals, or science fiction. Recently Jan was published by Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press, on their latest CD ROM e-book, "A Way With Words (Poetry Real and Surreal), which also includes complete books by Dale Houstman, Sara L. Russell and Keith Gabriel Hendricks. Jan's illustrated book on the CD is called "Wild Figments And Odd Conjectures", which is also sold separately, in a limited-edition "single" CD.
To see an illustrated article about Jan's poems, visit the November '98 issue of Poetry Life & Times, and scroll down past the Editor's Letter. He also has his own poetry pages on Charlotte's Web at Artvilla.
This good thing and I now well and friendly joined Where rests my midnight mind upon its base Was pink and delicate when newly coined Then we dickered to initiate our race. Our acquaintance was tentative at first. This thing was confused, uncontrolled and wild. We interacted, then became immersed In each other. Shook hands, became beguiled. We’ve cooperated well throughout our years. It taught me much and I did what I could To guide it through adventures and through fears. At end soon, there’s no more misunderstood. It falters now, digressing on its way. I’ll miss its company. What’s more to say? WHEN © Jan Sand
When the moon was a silver queen And the sun was a golden king, Then the Earth was a tangle of jungle With a few green fields between. A man in a cave that he made his home Scratched lines upon his walls That plotted the paths the planets made On midnight’s star strewn dome. The man believed what he saw with his eyes And knew what he touched with his hand. He soared with his mind where he could not walk To solve what he watched in the skies. The man knew well how a stone fell, It fell in a special way. He could compute Beyond dispute the way the skies could form. And his clear mind could also tell That things many thought mysterious Like wizards whizzing through the trees And dragons roaring through the woods Should not be accepted as serious. As time went on his ideas spread And the world became more practical. People learned that the Moon was a rock And the Sun was a fire, hot and red While the stars that all could see Moved in a space vast and far away And vanished in the Sun’s bright day. So all the world soon did agree That the man made obvious sense. The dragons and wizards melted away A rock became no more than a rock And the universe grew quite immense. But the man in his cave would stare at his fire And think of the Moon as a silver queen And dream when the Sun was a golden king And wondered, deep down, of desire. POSSIBILITIES © Jan Sand
The universe, its stars and galaxies and such Has, most probably, one me, one you, one fly Unique to buzz around my room, One yellow dandelion in the grass outside To add a Springtime’s joyous touch. No matter, it’s not worth a sigh. There is the multiverse to dispel the gloom. Where a hundred million mes can hide. All furiously writing down this line, Thinking, I suppose, that’s all there’s to it. But within this multiplicity, billions decline To jot this poem. They simply do not do it. MONKEY BUSINESS © Jan Sand
An infinity of primates In creative enterprise Working through eternity With bugged out eyes Exhausted all the letters Of the English alphabet To type all possibility With no regret. They typed out all the poems And every comic book, They solved every mystery Of how to love and cook. Science was a problem, But in layman’s terms They described all DNA From humans down to germs. They exhausted every story In character and plot And in a thought experiment Untied Gordian’s knot. They explored all linguistics And, at the end of Time They all took a nap.
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